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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jul 1, 2010 15:06:51 GMT -5
Lettie c-ocked an eyebrow at his unwillingness to say more about his time in Bruma. But she’d lived round people with things to hide all her life, and she knew not to push the topic. The guard at the entrance to the Market District scowled at them both as he opened the massive gates to let them through. Her grin grew wider at his utter inability to stop her walking free.
“Boy, this is so much better than how I usually leave that place.” Even after relatively short sentences she was always filthy and often sick with something. The only good point of spending time in the jail was the unwritten rule among the Waterfront dwellers to look after you for a week or so after your release.
Which reminded her, she should be getting back to the Waterfront. No doubt word would have already spread of her arrest; she’d have to set the record straight before Marc came marching up to the prison to cuss out the warden. Her oldest brother generally meant well, but more often than not just made life more difficult for himself. When compared to her other gentler, somewhat more naive brother Aldric, it was clear who she took after more.
“So, you staying here or jus’ passing through?”
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jul 2, 2010 13:29:53 GMT -5
He smirked silently. “I have only ever been to jail a few times, namely as a child as well” he nodded then paused hoping she may not notice he called her a child, and regretting said it he continued. “I stole some food.” he nodded. “only…..the guards took turns beating me until a Blade’s man showed up.” he closed his eyes a moment having realized what he’d also said and shook his head. And glanced towards the girl again as she asked if he was staying or passing though.
He rubbed the back of his neck and gave a soft sigh. “since I didn’t get an early start I think I will have to stay here.” he stated. “I am considering, joining the fight at Kvatch soon” he stated, his house had been there after all, even thought it wasn’t where he ‘lived’ but then he thought of the guards that would be there, and even the possible Blades men. Guards made him nervous, not so much these men, but at least Bruma’s did, what if…they ever recognized him?
He came to a halt. “where do you live?” he asked as if it was a urgent question but of course without any emotion. “I mean…..” he thought about it then nodded. “I couldn’t have gotten out of there without your help. I have nothing else to do, let me, treat you to a meal” he stated.. “you said you had family?” he asked and nodded. And held up his hand as if to tell her not to speak. “like I said…..I’d still be in there wasn’t for the screaming kicking thief getting brought it” a faint smile creased his lips as he nodded. “so just tell me what yall like to eat, and point the way home, or you can take it home yourself. Either way.” he stated he sounded bent on it, but it was away to repay her, other then getting her out, since she would be out anyway before to long.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jul 2, 2010 16:20:53 GMT -5
Lettie was genuinely surprised when he said he’d been to jail before. She’d assumed he was a total do-gooder, certainly not the type to steal food. Then again, it was a while ago. He’d probably ‘mended his ways’ by now. She didn’t want to be a petty thief her whole life either, but not because of any moral code. She just preferred to spend her time outside of jailhouses. Then again, short of joining the Arena there wasn’t much she could do. So she hedged her bets on becoming such a good thief she didn’t get caught, or could buy her way out if she did.
“The Blades?” The fact that a member of the emperor’s personal guard got him out sparked her interest. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were royalty.” She left the sentiment hanging; if he wanted to make something out of it, it’d only serve to answer her curiosity. But for now at least the conversation seemed to have moved on. She grimaced at the mention of Kvatch; there’d been a good few thieves’ guild members in the town when it got burnt. Still, from what she’d heard even she wasn’t foolhardy enough to join the fight. She was about to voice these sentiments, but then Falcan asked all of a sudden where she lived.
“Where d’you think I live? The Waterfront.” she said suspiciously, always wary of questioning from even an ex-guard. But she was wrong to be suspicious, as he only wanted to buy her family some food. She couldn’t believe her luck; here she’d managed to get herself out early, using this guy as her bargaining chip, and now said bargaining chip was offering her a meal.
She laughed at the comment about the ‘screaming, kicking thief’, and punched him in the arm playfully. Of course, Lettie’s playful punches weren’t well distinguished from her actual punches, but Falcan was a big boy, she figured he could handle a left hook from a girl. A Waterfront girl with knuckles used to fights, but a girl nonetheless.
“You might just regret that offer. There’s me, then there’s Marc and Aldric, then there’s my half brother Theo. He’s only three, but he eats like a gladiator. But hey, you’ve promised now!” She grinned at him; she had a tooth missing in front and a few that were going black. “Come on, we can get some stuff round here.” She gestured to the market before them; however, she then spotted the very stall she’d been caught stealing from not so long ago.
“On second thoughts,” she said quickly, backing up as to be out of sight of the disgruntled merchant, “maybe we should just get back to the Waterfront. The Bloated Float is fine for food.”
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jul 3, 2010 21:13:59 GMT -5
Falcan blinked being caught in his words he sighed some and shook his head “I am defiantly not royalty.” he stated looking at her. “that’s strike one” he gave a light smirk and nodded. The waterfront, he thought and gave a light nod “I don’t tend to visit this city more often then I have to” he nodded then smirked at her punch and nodded. “you swing pretty good” he nodded. “for a girl” he teased, and hoped by his tone he said that in, she could hopefully tell.
He watched her as she spoke about her brothers and then shrugged “it don’t really bother me, one good meal, I can pay, besides you cant really put a price of food, or at least………..uh, you know what I mean.” he shook his head. He went to fallow her, but then she suddenly seemed to change her mind, blinking he just razed a brow and nodded, simply not caring to ask really. Well then to the Bloated Float. He just nodded and shifted his weight, taking the cloak he’d carelessly thrown over one shoulder earlier, and pulled it around his other shoulder so it wasn’t dragging the ground. He took in the glances strangers were giving the Water Front girl and the stranger with the messed up eyes and scar. He took a deep breath and scratched the top of his almost curly hair.
He just fallowed her, figuring she knew the best way to get there. Silently he trailed her like a large shadow. Silently. He almost seemed like a stalker so tried to relax his appearance some, but wasn’t really sure if it worked at all. He thought for a moment, trying to strike up some small talk. “so three brothers?” he asked with a faint smile. “must be nice, and hard” he stated. “I never had siblings.” he nodded solemnly. His father was always away, after all his father was a Blade. And his mother had passed early in his life, he stayed home and took care of himself most of the time. Then he nodded almost having forgotten he had said something. “nice because you are never lonely.” he stated. “but also troublesome, I am sure” he thought aloud.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jul 4, 2010 16:46:31 GMT -5
Lettie laughed out loud at his ‘for a girl’ comment, feeling more comfortable as they left the Market District. As they entered Green Emperor Way, she pointed the way to Falcan, since while she knew the place so well she could probably walk through it blind, she figured if Falcan didn’t visit so often he probably didn’t have a clue where he was. She wondered if he didn’t like the city; the way he said he didn’t visit more often than he ‘had to’ seemed to suggest that. Personally, she loved the place. It was huge, noisy and she happened to live in its most decrepit district, but it was home. She knew, even if she somehow managed to make it big, she’d never leave there.
As they crossed the Temple District, heading towards the long tunnel separating the docks, and Waterfront, from the rest of the world, Falcan asked her about her brothers. “Yup, three brothers. Well, Theo’s only a half-brother, but who’s counting?”
Her response to his wondering whether it was nice or not was automatic, and immediate: “Gods yeah it’s nice. If it weren’t for Marc we’d still all be stuck in Bravil, and believe me that’s not a nice place to live. Never stops raining, f*cking swamp that place. No wonder half the folks what live there are on skooma.” She neglected to mention that she’d made money pouring said drug down the throats of those too sick to do it for themselves, but this last part was said with considerably less joviality than her previous words.
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jul 9, 2010 17:51:28 GMT -5
<<OOC: I am sorry I have been feeling kind of down and lazy lately I will try and make up for it soon. i am also sorry for the badness of this post>>
He watched her closely and nodded. ‘Bravil.’ he thought aloud, he didn’t particularly become overly excited when his travels took him down that way. He smirked. “I don’t tend to stick to one place to long” he stated. “I don’t really have a ‘home’ I just make my living at a loner, and I do various jobs for people.” he stated and no he wasn’t part of the fighters guild, but wasn’t sure if she’d think that or not.
As they got closer to the Bloated Float he glanced sideways at her again. “so do you know what your brothers would want to ea---” he cut himself off short as he felt something, a hand diving a bit to close to him. In a instant like a striking snake Falcan had his hand gripped around a male’s hand, someone had tried to reach into his pocket, not that Falcan kept his coin sack there, he still didn’t like thieves, this was merely reflex, not that the Blades ever had to steal or were threatened to be stolen from, it was just a trick he picked up, to be aware or everything. Falcan let the male go who seemed annoyed and embarrassed Falcan just kept walking his attention turned back to Lettie. “pick something good for them?” he sighed then sighed lightly. “because their brave sis got me out of trouble.” he smirked.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jul 10, 2010 5:18:20 GMT -5
Lettie couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to not have a place you called ‘home’. She didn’t have much, but at least she had that. If someone asked her where she came from, she wouldn’t answer High Rock, since her ancestors had left there years ago; she wouldn’t say Bravil, because she hated the place so much. She’d say Imperial City, the Waterfront, and if they had a problem with that they could take it up with her brothers. She led Falcan past the Bloated Float to the living section of the ‘Front, when she noticed a fellow pickpocket, Jair, about to carry out his trade on her guest. She was about to warn him, but Falcan seemed to have noticed too, and stopped him firmly. She reached out and smacked Jair’s hand good-naturedly, yelling back at him as they walked on: “Hey, not on this one. He’s a good guy, he’s about to buy me a meal.” Then in anticipation of her friend’s next question, she added “And no, he’s not buying nothing for you. Maybe he will when you get him out of prison.” Jair walked away, grumbling, but not too bitter since Lettie was his friend. “Sorry about that,” she said, grinning, “but folks like us see folks like you,” she indicated his impressive cloak, “and we kinda assume you're fair game. Hey, that could’ve been me.” Aware of how that might have sounded, she changed the subject. “Look, let’s go find my brothers, then we can all eat at the ‘Float. Ormil isn’t gonna believe this!” She thought of the Bloated Float’s innkeeper, with whom Marc had a friendly rivalry with. ((I hope it's ok that I've kind of steered the roleplay towards them eating in the Bloated Float, it's just I can't think of a reason for Falcan to stick around after getting them food, and I'm enjoying this roleplay )
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jul 11, 2010 23:41:21 GMT -5
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Falcan looked at the Breton and smirked. “I tend to go easy in the city but I have broken a few Bandits of it” he smirked, no not a threat, perhaps he was just trying to say he wouldn’t hurt the city folk? Hey at least they didn’t try and kill you……most of the time. “don’t worry about it” he nodded lightly.
He looked at her again at her next suggestion then nodded. “Alright then, I don’t mind’ he smirked shifting his weight to his other foot, she would have to lead him, he’d fallow he would never know where to find her siblings. He smirked faintly at the thought of trying to find strangers. And wondered what exactly her siblings did during the day, but he wasn’t nosey enough to actually ask her that. Falcan started walking again then managed to bump into someone. He stopped blinking at the guard he’d managed to bump into, the guard looked at him a moment warily, Falcan bowed his head partly and spoke up. “I am sorry” Falcan told the guard who finely just continued walking with little care. The Halfling sighed and scratched his cheek, or rather at the scar stretched over it. Always on that side….he thought.. “My vision is a little off on my left.” he chuckled, slightly embarrassed then messily brushed some bangs away from his eyes.
He fallowed the girl, both of them still getting looks from passer buys, Falcan was able to ignore them easily, he was used to it for a few reasons, both in the past and present. “so do you go to the Bloated Float often?” he asked as they neared where he half expected her stop was to find her brother or brothers depending. But he had to find something to say.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jul 12, 2010 16:15:00 GMT -5
Secretly, Lettie wanted to congratulate him for ‘breaking’ the bandits, since most bandits outside the city weren’t a member of the thieves’ guild. But self-proclaiming as a thief was one thing, alerting someone who was neither a member nor likely to want to join was another matter altogether. So she just nodded, leading the way through the little houses.
Lettie knew they’d most likely be hanging round Dareloth Gardens, especially if they found out she’d been arrested, since they’d want to tell Armand soon as possible. Among Waterfronters, there weren’t any secrets; this was both comforting and in some ways a pain in the ass.
On the way, she spotted several of her friends, calling out to them every time: “Hey ‘Del, how’s it going?”, “Look who got herself out early, Hadryas.” and “Oi! Tristan! I gave that whoreson guard what knocked you around last time a right kicking!”
She noticed Falcan bumping into a guard, and explaining that his sight wasn’t so good. “Yeah, I figured,” she said bluntly, nodded to his scar. Realising he might feel self-conscious round here, she added “Don’t worry, we all have scars round here. Hey, want to see one of mine?” Before he could answer, she jerked up her trouser leg to reveal a ragged-edged mark beneath one knee, which she’d got from an angry rat gnawing on it.
“Well,” she said in response to his question about the Bloated Float, “we don’t eat there real regular, but it’s cheaper than most places in the city.” She turned into Dareloth Garden, and sure enough there were her three brothers (well, two brothers and a half brother, but who’s counting?). Marc was pacing cagily, while Aldric was keeping one eye on Theo and one eye on Marc. They all looked surprised when Lettie sauntered in.
“Lettie!” said Aldric, “Theo said you’d been arrested, I think Marc was just about to go talk the ears of the warden.”
Lettie grinned from ear to ear, revelling in the attention. “I managed to talk my way out. Well, both me and him did.” She turned to Falcan, took a deep breath and said “Falcan, Aldric. Aldric, Falcan. Falcan, Marc. Marc, Falcan. Falcan, Theo. Theo, Falcan.”
“Anyways,” she said once she was sure everyone present knew Falcan’s name, “he’s offered us supper.”
((It’s ok, I won’t roleplay with the three boys too much, since Lettie is the only one I’ve made a character sheet for))
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jul 15, 2010 19:40:50 GMT -5
[[OOC: its fine really lol, but if you wanna make one or more of them major charas ya know what to do. XP, also I am so very sorry this post is so short! >_<; it kills me from inside. I will gat back into posting better soon. Because I really like this board, and im still thinking on how to make it longer ^^]]
Falcan blinked as she spoke with friends he tried to just mind his own and not try to seem nosey or anything, it was still farily hard for him to interact with some people still. After a moment he looked at her as she spoke of scars. He chuckled under his breath, he was a little self-conscious he nodded at her scar with a few short blinks. “bet that hurt” he nodded. Thinking about it, he was more worried of seeing someone he once knew, but if it hadn’t happened after so many years maybe he should just chill out.
As they approved the area with her siblings Falcan looked each of them over in silence at first. He chuckled lightly, he didn’t even know how to comment on the whole jail-guard-free pass thing, but finely just nodded being introduced he offered a hand shake to the older boys with they wished to shake it back. Then crouched slightly to shake Theo’s hand if he would, maybe it was being half Altmer that made him taller then most average men, last thing he wanted to do was freak the kid out with his gold hair, mismatched eyes, scar, and towering-ness…..no less the obvious other things, the wicked curved blade or dagger on his belt loop, it then hit him like a stack of bricks……okay maybe he did look like a bandit.
He stood again and nodded with Lettie “Diner is on me.” he stated and let his arms rest by his sides. “so enjoy, alright” he nodded. “to the bloated float then?” he smirked lightly at her.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jul 16, 2010 4:16:43 GMT -5
Marc, who’d been looking a little protective over Lettie, calmed down when he could see Falcan wasn’t a threat and shook his hand when offered, as did Aldric and, when coaxed, Theo. Lettie then demanded Aldric give her a piggy back, then like a rider pushing her steed onwards said “Yes – take me to the Bloated Float!” This was really Lettie in her element, stripped of most of the abrasive defensiveness she’d had when she’d arrived in the jail.
“Oh, by the way, the wh0reson guards took my knife,” she said as the group moved towards the Bloated Float, “I’m gonna need a new one. Hey Falcan!” she hollered jokingly, “Feel like buying me one of them too?” She laughed loudly at her own humour. At this time the ‘Float was filled mostly with Waterfronters and foolhardy or just plan poor travellers, and many turned their heads as the group came in. They certainly drew attention to themselves, with Lettie talking at the top of her voice and Falcan’s eye-drawing appearance.
Lettie slid off her brother’s back, sauntering up to the bar where the Altmer barkeep was looking at them quizzically. “Ormil,” she said, jumping up to sit on the bar, “got any shepherds pie?”
Ormil raised an eyebrow. “Of course. If I give it to you are you going to pay for it?”
“Nope,” Lettie replied delightedly, then pointed at Falcan, “he is.”
The other boys ordered food and drink, and Lettie reminded Aldric that if he got drunk not to go near the temple district. “Last time he got properly pi$sed and threw up in the chapel,” she explained to Falcan, “though it was that preacher’s fault for dragging him in. Those people are bloody obsessed with ‘teaching us of our wicked ways’.”
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jul 17, 2010 20:03:42 GMT -5
Stepping into the Bloated Float Falcan chuckled at Lettie and her kin. A soft smile he also looked upon the others in the room as well and closed his eyes a short moment before looking towards the bar where they all ordered. “just some stewed vegetables, and a glass of water. He smirked. “in the church?” he chuckled. “yea you all get your fill” he smiled faintly and watched them then looked back towards the manager and nodded. “all on me’ he smirked silently hoping he’d have enough but wasn’t to worried, even if he didn’t he could make up for it somehow, be it by chores or blood even.
Was it strange for him to think this way? He smirked lightly and took a long drink from his glass, he also couldn’t help but watch the others as well, they seemed hungry but happy now, but it was nice it made him happy to see them happy, Faclan wasn’t from a normal family, no mother, father always away, and no siblings, made it hard growing up. But this is what he thought it would be like, what he thought it would feel like.
“wicked ways?” he smirked lightly. “you don’t seem so evil to me.” he shook his head. “maybe a group of annoying kids” he joked then bit into a piece of bread that came with his meal, for someone his size he didn’t eat a whole lot. He thought a moment. “a dagger hum?” he smirked. “I’ll just have to see how much this bill is first”
[sorry rather short.]
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jul 18, 2010 10:35:26 GMT -5
Lettie tucked into her food; she didn’t eat meat often, since it generally cost more than it was worth, so the shepherds pie she was eating tasted like the food of the Gods to her. Indifferent to table manners, she took huge mouthfuls, nearly spraying Falcan as she spoke with her mouth full: “Yeah, our Aldric’s such a light-weight.” She eyed her nineteen year old sibling as he finished quaffing his first pint of ale. “He’ll never learn.” In her heart, Lettie sometimes got a little nervous of Aldric’s tendency to drink. It reminded her in the worse way of their father.
She laughed, both at his ‘don’t seem so evil ’comment. “Ah well, you’re one of the few what think that. Folks in the Temple District and the Talos Plaza are embarrassed to live in the same city as us. So they have to try and ‘fix’ us.” She said this with hardly any malice, or even bitterness, just as someone who knows how things are and isn’t afraid to say it.
“And what do you mean annoying kids?” she said jovially, punching him in the side like before. “Marc there can’t be much younger than you. Still, I ‘spose you’re a lot older than you seem.”
She checked herself; up until now she’d been assuming he was an Altmer, but looking past the golden hair and the height she could see some measure of human in him. Best to check. “Hold on, are you a Halfling? Just wondering.”
"Oh, and don't worry about it," she said when he mentioned the dagger, "I was just kidding. I can get my own." By 'get' she of course meant 'steal', and if Falcan was as sharp as she suspected he'd know that.
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jul 18, 2010 12:30:34 GMT -5
Falcan chuckled lightly and seemingly more relaxed now then before. He nodded “Hmm I’ve never been much of a drinker, of course I never really knew anyone who did that might have helped, but I do enjoy a few nice glasses from time to time.” Usually with a special friend of his…oh how he just realized how much he missed her right now… he sighed lightly and took another drink from his glass of water. “adults, that have never had to work, never had to suffer for their meals, work extremely hard for a roof over their heads, tend to think that people whom are less fortunate are more like animals, as if they have a choice. I cant say they do or don’t I am sure it depends” he stated and looked into his glass. “but all being capable of thoughts and emotions we all have the same set boundaries.” he stated, unless one was sick with a problem that forbid it, he didn’t see a reason there to be a difference between people, because over all they could do and have the same things, only some don’t, and didn’t need to be judged on that? He sighed lightly and rubbed his head. “if that made any since at all……” he smirked.
He blinked at her when she hit him he smirked faintly, then gave a light sigh and hunched over the bar a little. “so you think I am…..old?” he gave a playful deep sigh. Maybe he did act it, he sure as heck felt like it sometimes maybe it was his preaching again.
He looked at her again when she asked if he was a ‘Halfling’ he smirked faintly. “Yes, I am only half Altmer and half Breton” he stated with a light nod. Not a lot of people asked, most assumed one or the other, and then some people disliked half-breeds all together, he’d seen and met many of the different types of people. His father was a Breton, and his mother was a Altmer, and from what his father used to tell him, an amazingly beautiful one at that, sadly Falcan never got to meet her. He chuckled after spacing out a moment. “I am not bothered with it though, so I don’t think anyone else should be, but you know how elves can be sometimes” he joked.
Finely he watched her again before taking another bite of bread and chewing. Yes, she was going to steal a new knife. This made him lightly shake his head he reached back beside him in a empty seat where he’d set all off his things. And pulled out a dagger, a fine looking one in a slightly curved scabbard, the hand guard was small but just the right size, the handle was slightly curved and covered with braded gold colored wire and black leather. At the very end of the hilt was a crescent shaped piece of metal that was all once piece with the hilt, looked much like a moon. The scabbard was mostly plain, but with a steel cap at the end, and around its mouth., he slid the blade out it looked like pure silver, it was narrow with a curved edge that gave it a elegant look, a lovely piece indeed surely it had been used, but was kept looking brand new. He set it down on the bar beside her to look at if she wanted too. Before he took his glass in hand again and took a long drink.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jul 18, 2010 14:35:27 GMT -5
Lettie shrugged a little defensively when he asked if she thought he was old. “I dunno. If you’d been completely Altmer it’d be difficult to tell, you know? Last Spring I met this Bosmer, an’ I swear I thought he was my age, an’ he turned out to be in his 60s. Imagine!”
“Yeah, embarrassing for you, Lettie.” Aldric yelled teasingly, grinning as one telling an in-joke.
“Shut up, Ald!” But Aldric was too happy showing her up, so he explained to Falcan “Lettie had a crush on him. Tried to kiss him, too!”
“I did not!”
“Did too!”
“Fetcher!”
After that little piece of familial banter, Lettie turned her attention back on Falcan, only to notice the dagger he’d placed beside her. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she picked it up and looked at it this way and that, watching the light glint off its surface. “Wow,” she murmured, “you’re lucky I like you, else this’d be in my bag before you could blink.” As if to make this comment seem ok, she added “Wouldn’t keep it of course. Looks way too valuable for that. Where d’you get it?”
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